Jordan Thomas grips Ryker Madison’s hips while his tongue works deep into his throat, the laptop’s glow casting sharp shadows over their bodies as he fingers his hole. Ryker moans around the cock in his mouth, his lean frame arched back as Jordan’s tattooed forearm presses against his spine. The desk’s edge digs into their ribs as Jordan flips him, sinking into his ass with rough, unhurried strokes.
